We All Have Bad Things

Blood Leads To Humanity, Spirit Leads To Night, And Earth Completes.

Life Isn't A Book. There's No Guarantee Of A Happy Ending.

But You Don't Belong Here! You're Dead!" I Sobbed Against His Chest. "zo, Babe, This Is The Otherworld. It's Not Me Who Doesn't Belong Here-it's You.

I'll Find You Again. Even If It Takes A Hundred Of Those Years.

Arrayed In A New Body Another Mother May Someday Give Birth So That With Stronger Limbs And Brighter Mind The Old Soul Shall Take The Road To Earth Again.